A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born at

one who picked the name for his

a simple building with windows that had a Light green

anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while

a room all year round, no

outside. His thin stature made the hospital gown look

doctor had almost given up

alive. He had lived two months longer

was standing behind him with a glass of water

for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a

seemed like he

just stood there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New

when he heard

broke into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and

favorite food,”

silence, he cautiously suggested, “How

to

he stopped and shook his

calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all.

I better not call her,” he said to

didn’t have to give Cecilia too

Nevertheless, he stepped forward

“Please take your medicine.

pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when

medicines from him and swallowed them

a nurse came in to help put

she was done, Mark

his phone got weaker

for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it

the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was still

had almost given up on

still alive. He had lived two months

with a glass of water and

the medicine,” Peter reminded

he had

staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It

when

a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook your

favorite food,” Mark

didn’t know what to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about

this, he began to

then, he stopped and shook

did. It seemed it was better if he

not call her,”

didn’t have to give Cecilia

was very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water

“Please take your medicine.

bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You

took the medicines from him and swallowed

a nurse came in to help put

was done, Mark looked

his phone got weaker

rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he

Alexis. He dreamed that

was much

him secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark”

Cecilia in his dream

arms and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark,

point, Mark

hospital room were white, just like the snowy

closed

needed to

in the ward, but he felt cold all over his

to buy

a plump foreign nurse

return home. He missed

the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was where he used

he couldn’t change

give up as long as he was

hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He

determined to stay strong and fight his

now, he was finding it difficult to go back

started to make paper planes. He knew how much Edwin

he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch in a blink

go

boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled

back to the

into a snowstorm on his way, so he was practically

pies are still

the paper planes Mark

planes

have some of your

actually took a

was not more than

putting it in his mouth, he put down the spoon because he felt

eyes and

go back home and have a family reunion,” he

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you will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see that

Mark’s phone

around 4 a.m. in

looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t say

misses you,” Peter urged

into

silly boy,” he

the phone. It was an

voice sounded a little

said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name is Olivia.

given birth to a girl

phone trembled so violently that

said, “Mark, Edwin misses

Mark closed his eyes.

continued, “Rena will take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

said, “Mark, no matter what, I

except for the emotional entanglement with

the first half of his life. He didn’t deserve to

Mark sniffed and put down

call, he never even dared to ask to speak to

been standing in the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or two words that

“What happened?” he asked.

he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a

and he did a

he said with

sign on the first day of the new year. And Olivia

to stroke one

to fly back home to see Cecilia

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